Another button and a flick of her wrist had her almost non-existent skirt pooling around her feet, leaving her standing before him in the red leather boots and nothing else.
Marti suppressed a nervous giggle. In her old life, this would have excited her, not terrified her, but things had changed. She had changed. Goose flesh covered her skin as she lowered her gaze and turned around. She didn’t remember ever being so frightened in her life as when she heard him draw in a sharp breath. Did he like what he saw, or did she disgust him? There was only one way to find out. Without further delay, Marti grasped what was left of her courage, and met his gaze.
Chapter Fifteen
Kyl’s mouth went dry at the vision before him. Marteeka stood in the center of his room gloriously naked but for the decadent leather boots. She was thin—too thin, yes, but still beautiful. Her skin glowed a healthy pink now that she’d had a few good meals in her and her cheeks had the rosy hue of health. Her posture stiff, she stood as one who was frightened of standing before one’s peers and found lacking.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” His words came out a near groan as he stared at her high, firm breasts and indented waist. He couldn’t help himself. He found he must tell her that, for his own peace of mind as much as hers. In all of the years he’d lived, he had never seen anyone so beautiful as she was. She stood before him with the moonlight shining on her skin.
The silver curls at the juncture of her thighs glistened with moisture, proving that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Yet he still didn’t want to move too fast. Frightening her was the last thing he wanted to do.
“You don’t think I’m too thin?” She wrung her hands as she stared down at the floor.
He could hear the fear of rejection in her voice and closed his eyes at the atrocity. How could one so beautiful fear such a thing? “You’re so beautiful it almost hurts to look upon you. I can’t imagine that you could be any more or less so, no matter what.”
“I—I don’t know what to say.”
He opened his eyes at her answer and smiled when he saw that she nervously bit her lip. “Then say you’ll allow me to love you.” He moved a step closer. Encouraged by her reluctance to move away, he moved closer still. “Will you allow me to worship you?”
“Worship me?” She shook her head with a slow smile. “Unlikely. However, I could be convinced to allow you to get naked with me and show me what you can do with that hard cock I see straining to dance free of your pants.”
Kyl gave her a sheepish grin. “At least that should tell you how much I want you and allay any fears to the contrary.
“First things first.” Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he ripped it over his head. “I think I’m way overdressed.” His shoes, pants and underwear soon followed the path of his shirt.
He stared at the triangle of glistening, silver curls, thinking of the slick folds hidden behind them. “I can’t wait to taste you.” Dropping to his knees, Kyl moved the last few inches toward her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his face against her mons and inhaled deeply. “You smell so good.” He kissed her lower stomach, his tongue delving deep into her navel before he moved lower, to lick the crease of her thigh.
“You taste exquisite.” He pressed his nose into her tight blonde curls and inhaled deeply. “You smell exquisite.” Pulling back, he looked up at her with a smile. “I plan to make you scream no less than three times before I make you mine.”
Before she could protest, Kyl pressed against her legs. Pulling the zipper down, he kissed every newly exposed inch as he removed first one, then the other boot. Her skin pebbled as he kissed his way back up to the juncture of her thighs.
Moving between her legs, spread wide to keep from falling as he removed her boots, Kyl pressed a kiss against her mons, his tongue delving between
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